Monthly Archives: March 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 March 2018

It’s been a wild week weather-wise. Springlike warm, cold grey, snowing, blossom laden trees, bent to breaking, forced resignations, faux news-hack hirings, stolen elections, widget tariffs, market crashes, reality show drama, porn stars, playboy bunnies, temper tantrums, vetoes, kids in the streets acting like adults, adults checked out, on recess, golfing, Lenten vespers swelling, alms of palm, stormy weather looming…blue skies dazzling, melting snow.

It’s been a crazy week for the weather. But spring is coming! It’s just a matter of time, they tell us…just a matter of time.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 March 2018

seems odd, quite out of place
springtime’s first dazzling sight
magic is in the air
Are you kidding me?!
just one more minute’s snooze
equal parts luck and timing
lost hope and pipe dreams collect
the edge of lunacy
calendars say it’s spring
my favorite place…
weighed down, bent to breaking
the treasure was long gone
don’t say I didn’t warn ya’
the orange fool went mad
assimilation
beautiful roses
they’ve no place called home
diversity’s extolled,
clouds of grey, muted light
a thousand whispers
night lingering

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Essence #25

dawn’s first blush, muted hues,
ice-kissed hush, sunlit blues

~kat

Day 25 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. Not the storm of the century predicted, but lovely in the afterglow.


Saturdays with the Muse

morning’s blush
bleeds softly
through my
window, cool
night lingering

how they shine
like diamonds
a thousand whispers
of light aching
for life

~kat

Magnetic Poetry


Essence #24

clouds of grey, muted light
cold spring day, dressed in white

~kat

Day 24’s Essence for Jane Dougherty’s Challenge is dressed in white…again. Winter is not finished with us yet. Another tantrum expected today. I shall be heading out for milk and bread soon…I’m kidding of course. There are a few other things on my shopping list as Saturday is my go to market day. I truly dread having to mingle with the bread and milk fiends. At any rate, bad weather is the good news for today…while orange is off golfing our children will be marching in the streets for their lives. Spring snow is a dreary diversion from the madness, but also a sobering reminder of a bitter chill that refuses to leave.


Deracinate – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s word of the day at dictionary.com deracinate is a new one for me even though I am very familiar with the concept of being deracinated.

Deracinated means: to pull up by the roots; uproot; extirpate; eradicate, to force (people) from their homeland to a new or foreign location, to isolate or alienate (a person) from a native or customary culture or environment, o liberate or be liberated from a culture or its norms.

It originated in the 1590’s from the French word, déraciner, “to pluck up by the roots”,  from Old French desraciner, “uproot, dig out, pull up by the root”, which which is linked to the Latin des- and racine, “root”, from the Late Latin, radicina, a diminutive of the Latin word, radix “root”.

Whether we’re talking about plants deracinated by the roots from the ground or people deracinated from their homeland, it is an unsettling word. Its very tone and tenor sounds harsh when I say it out loud. One can’t help but feel empathy for the deracinated. No one likes to be plucked from the roots and “liberated”, unless, of course, it is their idea in the first place. However we find ourselves plucked, there is a certain element of the unknown lurking in the shadows.

Even liberated, a synonym of deracinated, is a tricky word. I remember the first time I learned of a colleague’s firing. The management explained that “so and so” had been liberated from said company to pursue new opportunities. It almost made me feel hopeful and happy for my former co-worker. Liberated did not adequately describe the reality of the situation. No income, no benefits, unemployed. That does not sound liberating to me. but deracinated? Oh yeah…that’s the word for it. It’s a good word. An honest word. Deracinated is not a thing I’m eager to experience. It smacks of change after all, and who likes change? But it’ not necessarily a bad thing. Some people choose to deracinate themselves. And in that case, it is very liberating. At any rate, it is a word I am glad to know. For now, I’ve plopped it into a few haiku. Have a great Friday.

Deracinate

diversity’s extolled,
peace kept, deracinated
by don’t ask don’t tell

deracinated
by war and terrorism
they’ve no place called home

beautiful roses
deracinated from beds
wilt in sterile urns

expats are expert
at deracination to
assimilation

~kat